Lingxianyu, the core area of ​​the sect, and in the square opposite the library, it was originally supposed to be the place where inner disciples taught and preached, but at this time, dozens of foundation-building monks in red robes gathered together, sitting quietly on the round stone bench, listening to a real person in the golden elixir dressed in yellow robes telling about the experience and precautions of elixir.

Zheng Xingping also sat down below and listened seriously.

"The immortals and Taoists are not gods. They accumulate essence and energy and think it is true. They come out of the sun and enter the moon and breathe. The vitality is combined with the three clouds of purple smoke and three lower clouds. They irrigate the five flowers to plant spiritual roots. The seven liquid caves flow through the hut. The purple embraces the yellow into the dantian, and the dark room shines on the yang gate... These mantras should be understood in this way..."

The Jindan Zhenren standing in front of him was filled with flowers and the fallen flowers were colorful. The foundation-building monk sitting below was fascinated and fascinated. I don’t know how long it took, the Jindan Zhenren Zhenren who was preaching suddenly stopped and said, “Okay, let’s stop here in the preaching, let’s talk about the admission of disciples.”

The foundation-building monks below woke up one by one and focused on each other.

Jindan Zhenren looked at him about fifty years old last year, with a square face, a red face, and a majestic face. He said in a deep voice: "I, Li, ask you to accept disciples this time. It is not the idea of ​​me, Li, but the request of the head of the real person. You need to work more and each person accepts at least one disciple, so as to better support the younger generation and carry forward the sect."

Having just said this, a young foundation-building monk stood up, unwilling to accept it, and asked, "Uncle Li, do you have to accept the disciples? Can you not accept it?"

Jindan Zhenren shook his head flatly: "It's not possible to accept it, you must accept it! Our Jindan Sect has not had outstanding disciples in the past twenty years. If we don't cultivate it carefully, we will be left behind by the other sects. You don't want this sect to decline day by day and eventually become a second- and third-rate sect, right?"

The young monk defended himself: "Uncle Master, I still have to go to seclusion to practice. How can I teach my disciples? I have taught my disciples and delayed my master. This job is not cost-effective!"

Jindan Zhenren snorted coldly: "Teaching an apprentice can make you exhausted? What is the reason for seclusion? No matter how busy you are, you have to spend one or two hours a month to patiently guide your disciples to practice. The so-called "Ten years of trees, a hundred years of tree cultivation, perseverance, and over time, you can cultivate outstanding disciples. If our Jindan Sect wants to carry forward, you need to make efforts."

The young foundation-building cunning said, "But there are more than 40 foundation-building cultivators in this sect, and now there are only 30. What should we do if the remaining people are left? They don't even come. Should we recruit disciples? Is it so cheap for them?"

Jindan Zhenren said: "Those people have gone out to experience it. Who knows when they will come back? If they don't return for ten years, how can they regain their disciples? Wouldn't they delay the good seedlings?"

The young disciple refused to give in and still gritted his teeth and said, "Not everyone has gone out to experience it! There are still people who haven't gone out! I know that Senior Sister Lan stayed at home and went into seclusion. If I had known that I had chosen to go into seclusion, there wouldn't be so many bad things."

Seeing that he was talking more and more distorted, Jindan Zhenren couldn't help glaring at him: "Are you talking about Lan Xingshang? You don't know that Xiaolan has reached the peak of foundation building. She is now in the Great Perfection of Foundation Building, but she can't find the way behind. She has been worried all these years, so how can she have the intention to recruit disciples?"

Young Foundation Establishment was still stubborn: "Uncle Li, you can't treat it differently. Even if I am only in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, I feel very annoyed. I can't take care of myself in practice. I really don't have the heart to take care of my disciples. Can I take it again in two years?"

Jindan Zhenren's face looked stern and said, "No, the head of the sect said that all foundation-building cultivators must recruit disciples, without exception. Don't worry about Lan Xingshang. I will pick a disciple for her later. I will see that she dares to refuse! Don't talk so much nonsense, you can't push it off if you want to push it!"

Seeing that there was no room for maneuver, the young foundation building stopped saying a word and sat back with a pout.

At this time, someone asked again: "Uncle Li, the disciples who participated in the competition will come later. What order should we choose in? Who will choose first and who will choose later? What if there is a conflict, what should we do if there is a fight?"

Jindan Zhenren said loudly: "According to the old rules, those with high skill level are first selected, those with low skill level are later selected, and those with the same level are later selected. For example, in the late stage of foundation building, then according to age, those with younger age level are first selected, and those with older age level are later selected!"

The old-looking foundation-building monk was displeased and complained in a low voice: "This is the move again! I am a few years older and I will suffer every time! I was so disappointed when I posted the sect's annual vocation last time, and I was the last one! I didn't expect that it is still the case now. I can't even choose to recruit a Ruyi disciple!"

Jindan Zhenren couldn't stand the complaining, and immediately looked at him with a red look and looked at him with a stern expression: "Zhao Xingyu, who made you ranked last? If you don't want to be ranked last, then work hard to practice and enter the middle stage of foundation building as soon as possible. If you become a late stage of foundation building, won't you be ranked ahead of others? You have poor skills and are still at the early stage of foundation building at such an old age. Don't complain too much, find your own reasons!"

Hearing this, the old-looking foundation-building monk suddenly became weak and lowered his head and did not dare to say a word.

Since everyone wants to recruit disciples, there is a certain order for recruiting disciples, and the other foundation-building monks have nothing to complain about, so the next topic has changed.

A monk with golden eyebrows smiled and said, "Why don't we guess who can get the first place in this competition? Can I open a gambling plate?"

Several foundation-building monks laughed: "Qian Xinghua, you are going to open a gambling plate again. Are you missing the spirit stone again? We will not be fooled and will not play with you!"

Qian Xinghua, with golden eyebrows, laughed and said, "This time I won't make a piece of spirit stone. If everyone bets wrongly, what if the extra spirit stones are given to the first disciple of the competition? I don't want anything else. Even if I want to be lively, I will have a good marriage with the most potential disciple of this competition." As he said that, his sleeves shook and he brought out a long list in the wind. It was clearly the ranking of the skill of the outer disciples he had prepared long ago, and even the odds were marked.

From top to bottom, Hu Yundao, the most skilled, ranked first, with ten odds and twelve bonuses.

Wei Yunfeng, who has the second highest skill, ranks second, with 10 or 15 odds.

Then the odds increased one after another, and when Qin Di arrived, he had already lost 300 yuan.

"Okay, start betting, Uncle Li, why don't you also give me a bet and try your luck?"

The red-faced Jindan monk glanced at the long list and said, "I don't carry a spirit stone. I drew a seventh-level spirit talisman a few days ago, otherwise would I bet on you?"

"Ah? Seventh-level talisman?" When hearing the seventh-level talisman, many foundation-building monks were alarmed.

The seventh-level talisman is already a high-level talisman. If it is activated, it is equivalent to a Jindan real person's exertion of force. This is a rare treasure! When you go out, no one is three or two shorts. If you can have a high-level talisman to protect you, that would be great!

Qian Xinghua was a little embarrassed: "Uncle Master, if this seventh-level spiritual talisman is sold outside, it can sell at least 1,000 top-grade spiritual stones. Your bet is too big. If you win, I can't afford it?"

The Jindan monk laughed and said, "If I win, don't you not take out the spirit stones. Just give me all the wrong bets."

"What if I lose?"

"Whoever wins and takes it away, there is no need to subsidize the difference in price!"

"Okay, then you are the first to place a bet. Let's make a statement first, you can't choose the first place on the rankings, otherwise this bet will not be played."

"Then I will bet on the second place! Wei Yunfeng! I have seen this kid. He has a first-grade fire spirit root, and he has a very good qualification and a strong personality. He will become a great man in the future. As for the Hu Yundao, I don't like it very much."

Qian Xinghua took the treasure talisman and carefully put it away, but he felt indescribable regret: "What am I doing? Why do you say that I will give it to the disciples who are the first in the competition? If I don't say it, I will have a chance to accept this talisman. I am really a shame!"

The foundation-building monks present were a little excited when they saw the seventh-level talisman, so they bet one after another, and they took generous actions, fearing that they would place less bets, so the talisman would belong to others.

"I will give out a hundred medium-grade spirit stones and take the first place in Hu Yundao!"

"I'll also rob Hu Yun's sword, two hundred medium-grade spirit stones!"

"Five hundred medium-grade spirit stones! Take the Hu Yun sword,"

"I have a fifth-level array plate here. Look at how much spirit stones are worth, and I will also rob Hu Yundao!"

"Who, the fifth-level hidden formation? This is a treasure you took two years to refine. Are you willing to give it up?"

"I can't bear to let my child go to trap the wolf. For the sake of the seventh-level talisman, I will fight for it! If I lose, I will make another one. I believe that with my peak foundation-building cultivation level, I can refine it in more than a year."

"I'll give you a discount of 130 high-level spirit stones. Do you think it's okay?"

"Okay, just follow this price."

At least half of the thirty people bet on Hu Yundao, and the rest also bet on a few disciples in the top rankings. The second place must not bet on the second place. The first place Hu Yundao competes fiercely. If you want to win the seventh-level spirit talisman, the highest one has already bet on 150 top-grade spirit stones. Some foundation-building monks have too shallow pockets and don’t have many spirit stones, so they can only choose the third or fourth place on the rankings, hoping to try their luck.

Zheng Xingping also chose Gu Yunyu, who ranked third, because this child came from a family of immortal cultivation and a top-level second-grade spiritual root. He has made rapid progress in the past three years and may be able to win the first place in the big competition.

As for the disciples who are ranked ten, there is no one to choose, let alone new disciples like Qin Di, who are ranked thousands of more. If you want to get first in the competition, wouldn’t that be a fool? Is the sun coming out from the west?
Chapter completed!